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Brawley must find a way to convince Maggie that their one true home is with each other.

CAN'T STOP LOVIN' YOU

Maverick Junction #3

Lynnette Austin

Forever

THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME

Maggie Sullivan can't wait to get out of Texas. Luckily, she just got the break she needed to make her big-city dreams a reality. But then Brawley Odell swaggers back into Maverick Junction, looking hotter than ever in his dusty cowboy boots and well-worn jeans. He's the guy she still dreams of at night. The guy who broke her heart when he left her behind.

Fed up with city life, Brawley jumps at the chance to return home and take over the local vet's practice—and get back to the smart, sassy woman he's never been able forget. He couldn't be prouder of Maggie's new wedding-dress business . . . until he realizes it may mean losing her all over again. Determined to win her back, Brawley must find a way to convince Maggie that their one true home is with each other.

Maverick Junction is the place everyone tries to walk away from, but just can't live without. Lynnette Austin takes a sugary sentiment and makes it her own. Can't Stop Lovin' You runs away with an old fashioned adage we all know and love, but do everything we can to ignore. Through sentiment, valuable lessons and heartwarming characters, Ms. Austin proves that home is more than a place, it's the people that make this life worthwhile.

Brawley Odell figured his life wouldn’t be worth one plug-nickel the second he stepped foot inside Maggie’s shop. Too damn bad. He hadn’t driven the thirty miles from Maverick Junction to back out now. He was goin’ in.After all this time, he’d come home…and she was leaving.He grasped the brass knob and shoulder-butted the oak door. It flew open, the bell overhead jangling. Maggie Sullivan, all that gorgeous red hair scooped into a jumbled mass, stood dead-center in the room. Dressed in a skirt and top the color of a forest at twilight, she held a fuzzy sweater up in front of her like a shield. Those amazing green eyes widened as he stormed in.“We need to talk.” He ignored the woman at the back of the store who flipped through a rack of tops.“What the—?”He held up a hand. “Don’t speak. Not yet.”Her mouth opened, then closed.Anger boiled in him, but he needed to find some modicum of control. Taking a deep breath, he held it for the count of ten, then slowly released it. “Did you plan on telling me?”Her eyes narrowed, but she said nothing.“You’re invited to New York City for a showing of your new line, and you don’t share that with me? I have to learn about it secondhand?”“Last I heard this wasn’t about you, Brawley. In fact, my life, my business has absolutely nothing to do with you.”His jaw clenched. “Anything that affects you is my business, Mags.”She snorted. “Get real, Odell. You gave up any and all rights years ago.” Her head tilted. “Why are you even interested? You want to attend so you can show off your latest Dallas Cowboy cheerleader? Maybe order her trousseau?”He shot her a deadly look, one that had made grown men back away.Not Maggie. She actually took a couple steps toward him. The woman had no survival instincts. Another reason she had no business heading off to New York alone.She tapped a scarlet-tipped finger on her chin. “Oh, that’s right. There’d be no trousseau for your honey, would there? Maybe a weekend-fling outfit for your date du jour? A one-night-stand set of lacy lingerie.”“Shut up, Maggie.”“Make me.” Her eyes flashed.This time the look in his eyes must have warned her she’d treaded too close to the edge. She stepped back.“You challenging me, Maggie?”When she wet her lips, his gaze dropped to her mouth, followed the tip of her pink tongue as it darted out.“Only one way I could ever get you quiet,” he said.Her hand shot up. “Don’t even think about it.”“No thought required. Been wanting to do this a long time now.” He closed the distance between them and dropped his mouth to hers. Fire. Smoke. Hell, a full-out volcanic eruption.

Lynnette Austin, a recovering middle school teacher, loves long rides with the top down and the music cranked up, the Gulf of Mexico when a storm is brewing, chocolate frozen custard, anything by Blake Shelton, Chris Young, and Thomas Rhett, and sitting in her local coffee shop reading and enjoying an iced coffee. She and her husband divide their time between Southwest Florida's beaches and Georgia's Blue Ridge Mountains. Having grown up in a small town, that's where her heart takes her—to those quirky small towns where everybody knows everybody...and all their business, for better or worse. Writing for Grand Central and Sourcebooks, she’s published twelve novels and is at work on a new series.